>> Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Lovely, dear Ikea,
From your flat packs to your anchovy treat,
There's nothing half so sweet,
As Ikea, Ikea, I-keet.
Oh, there are things of wonder,
Of which men like to sing.
There are pretty sunsets and birds upon the wing,
But of the joys of nature,
None truly can compare,
With Ikea, Ikea, she of wonders beyond compare.
And Swedish meatballs.
Okay, I totally ripped that off from Barney Fife. Don't judge me. I've been sick.
3. lingonberry stuff